My Dream (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
In my dream, methought I trod,Yesternight, a mountain road;Narrow as Al Sirat's span,High as eagle's flight, it ran.Overhead, a roof ...
In my dream, methought I trod,Yesternight, a mountain road;Narrow as Al Sirat's span,High as eagle's flight, it ran.Overhead, a roof ...
To me comes a voice that none other Hath power to hear or to know, Its cadence so sweet and consoling Is a ...
Softly the tints of expiring day Tinge th' vaults of Hesperian heaven, Leaving a trace of the sun's mellow ray To escort the ...
Their hands should minister unto the flame of life, Their fingers guide The rosy teat, swelling with milk, To the eager mouth of ...
A LITTLE child, one night, awoke and cried,"Oh, help me, father! there is something wildBefore me! help me!" Hurrying to ...
MY prow is tending toward the west,Old voices growing faint, dear faces dim, And all that I have loved the bestFar ...
The shades of night were brooding O'er the sea, the earth, the sky;The passing winds were wailing In a low, ...
Sun on the mountain,Shade in the valley,Ripple and lightnessLeaping along the world,Sun, like a gold swordPlucked from the scabbard,Striking the ...
Our souls are the deserts of sorrow, Our hearts are the ashes of hope, And madly from gladness we ...
The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver ...
Let me sit in the twilight hour alone,And muse on the lov'd ones far away,Till my heart hath taken the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
A single flute, ancient, native sounding in the room, down by my feet, echoing muted, through the space oozing into ...
THE GOSSOON It's bleedin'! It's bleedin'! THE OULD WOMAN An' shure, me lad, 't is bleedin'; But come, ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
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